"Shit Sam." He closed his eyes, before turning to face Daniel, who shrugged. Jack darted out of the door. There wasn't much light in the parking lot, but the moon illuminated a blonde head. He jogged over.
"Sam, honey, what's up? Was it something I said?" He whispered
"No. I might as well tell you, one of the other reasons why Pete and I split was because I had a miscarriage. He was so upset he didn't even acknowledge me; he said that it was my entire fault. I hadn't even known I was pregnant, he got so angry and blamed everything on me."
"Oh Sam. I'm so sorry sweetheart." Jack pulled her into his arms and let her cry on his shoulder. They sat on the floor by Sam's car for quite a while.
"What ever happens Sam, I will always Love you. No matter what."
"Jack, the doctor said that the chance of me ever being able to have children now is much more remote."
"Sam, it doesn't matter, we'll adopt if we have to okay." Jack whispered. Sam smiled lovingly at him. He kissed her gently.
"Come back inside."
"Gimmie a while okay."
"Why don't you go sit in my truck?" Jack suggested, and she hugged him tight. He passed her his keys and kissed her forehead, before getting up off the floor and heading back inside.